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I never was the country type. I hated
the smell of cow sh*t and chicken houses. I hated hot weather,
and having to drive three hundred or so miles to get to the mall.
I hated sweet ice tea and friend chicken. I hate church, I always
have. The south, to me, is for low life people. I am not a low
life. But, here I am, in southern Alabama, with my Gucci
sunglasses and expensive luggage, my two hundred dollar high
heels sinking into the mud that surrounded my Aunt and Uncles..
house. It looked more like a shed to me. Hi, my name is Rachel. I
got sent to live with my aunt Liv and uncle Bob because I am
wreck. My mom, now a single mom since dad died, couldn't
handle the cutting and drinking. She hated the way I was. The
rebel in me. So she sent me south. She said I needed to get my
attitude in check, and that southern hospitality was a great way
to start. Right. I'm fifteen. This is my story.
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unibugsrock · 1 decade ago
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I. LOVE. THIS!!!!!! I can see that this story is going to be GREAT. I'm going to follow you RIGHT NOW. Keep going. I NEED to know the end of this. :)